Wow... another weekend of not answering the phone and being generally reclusive. I spent the night at Scott and Terri's on Friday night, then slept til 3:30 the next day at their house... I came home to my couch for a nap after that. Got a restful night's sleep, but was pukey this morning for no apparent reason, so I had to take another couple of naps. This evening I napped through the Sopranos.
I have what may possibly be my last regular appt. with Dr. Reese, the surgeon on Tuesday. I can't wait, because I am ready to get rid of this Wound V.A.C. thing... my stomach wound vacuum.
It's not that bad compared with some of the crap I have dealt with in the past year,but it sure is a pain in the rump to carry the vacuum pump around all the time. It is comparable to carrying an extra heavy radio alarm clock around. It's not that small and it's not that light. Plus there's the lovely tube coming out of my stomach to the machine that must be minimized with the right fashion accessories. I also still have the J-tube in place, but I am not using it at all. I am eating by mouth and gaining weight... 124!! So I want that J-tube out and I am ready to just cut the dang thing out myself right now. It's irritated and painful.
I am hoping that both of these things can happen on Tuesday and I can then start to force myself back into the land of the living. I apologize to everyone who called this weekend...I was napping.
. . . . Random thoughts about nothing in particular, executed with alternating fits of bitchiness and/or sentimentality.
3 comments:
I napped most of the weekend too, and I don't have your good excuse.
Want me to pick you up for FSB tonight?
I love naps! being pregnant gives me a grrrrrEAt excuse!! I think everybody just worries about you, so dont worry about no-callbacks. just miss ya, thanks for posting!
Will you feel like celebrating with a dinner out on the town this week? Simon and I would be honored to be your escort!
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